Indian Summer

Tiasha Bhattacharjee

Abstract

Tiasha Bhattacharjee

Abstract

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English Poem : #15599 English Poem Abstract : #5290

Summer Climate Happiness

Summer came,

There was “a very Gentle” knock,

Cheers!

Empty bottles had never Been this full.

Summer went,

And now The Doors, Won’t shut.

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